Title: The Parchment
Author: Troywriter18
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: All characters and plots belong to J.K. Rowling or Nicholas Sparks
This is a story of love that surpasses all else…
"Hello, Mya. Would you like me to read to you?" Mya looked up at the face that had spoken. The man was familiar, but she could not place him. He didn't work at the St. Mungo's Nursing Home either.
"Certainly," she replied, trusting him completely. So, the man unrolled the parchment he was holding and began to read.
Hermione Granger loved Hogwarts to no end. The large castle was almost a friend, and she could hardly bear to leave it once she graduated this year. Her seventh year. Her once blissfully ignorant Muggle parents had no inkling of what went on in the Wizarding world. That is, until she left a copy of the Daily Prophet on her bed. Now, she was doomed to return to the Muggle world after graduation. She wanted the summer to never end.
Draco Malfoy also was apprehensive about returning home after he completed the seventh year. His father wished for him to take the Dark Mark after Hogwarts. His pride was too great to go to Dumbledore. At least at the beginning. Times would change.
"The Dark Mark? What was that?" Mya questioned.
"Evil men wore that mark on their forearm."
"Do you have it?"
"No."
It was 10:55 am on September 1st. The day these two 18 year olds last year at Hogwarts began. Hermione was excited. She had dressed nicely that day, in an outfit that showed off her elegant Head Girl badge. Draco too was pleased to have made Head Boy. Completely by accident they walked into the Head's compartment at the same time. Ignoring each other they entered the compartment. Dumblebore and McGonagall were waiting.
Professor McGonagall looked anxiously at Dumbledore, then at the pair before them. Dumbledore muttered, "One, two, three.."
"Obliviate specificus!" Dumbledore and McGonagall cried.
"Protageo!" Hermione and Draco instantly threw up a shield charm.
"Interesting," Dumbledore said under his breath, for indeed it was interesting. The shield Draco had conjured was protecting Hermione, and likewise, Hermione's was defending Draco.
But no more thought was given to this when Draco exclaimed, "Why do you wish to modify our memories?"
"Ah, Mister Draco, you are mistaken. We do not wish to modify your memories, rather one specific memory. The one you and Miss Granger have of each other."
"Excuse me!" The two turned. A nurse had appeared. "Mrs. Mya, its time for your medicine. And same for you sir."
"Well, Mya, I guess we will have to continue our story later," the man said, rolling up the parchment as he spoke.
"Yes, we will," Mya replied, with a faltering smile. This whole scene was confusing to her. The story seemed familiar. Like most things, she couldn't place it either.
A/N: Well? Review please. I want to make sure that people will read this before I update. Lets say…5 positive reviews? I know that isn't asking for much, but still. Please review. Thanks. Also, anyone willing to beta for me?